Chapter 27: Dinner for three brothers and sisters

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It’s so sharp... Klein laughed out and used the rich “experience” of his previous life to make a black sentence:

"In fact, there is no evidence that the big guys have a brain."

"Good! Very good!" Banson laughed and cocked his thumb. "Klein, you are much more humorous than before."

With a sigh of relief, he continued:

"I still get the dock in the afternoon, I can rest tomorrow, when, um... Let's go to 'Tingen City Improvement Housing Company' to see if they have cheap and good townhouse rentals, and, first, visit Mr. Lanci."

"Mr. Landlord?" Klein questioned and asked.

Is there a townhouse with a good block in the neighborhood?

Banson glanced at his brother and said with a funny voice:

"You will not forget that we have a one-year rental contract? This is only six months."

"Oh..." Klein suddenly took a breath.

I really forgot this thing!

Although the rent is paid once a week, but the lease period is up to one year, now moving is equal to breach of contract. If the defendant goes to court, he will lose a lot of money!

"You still lack enough social experience." Benson touched his black hairline, and he said with emotion: "This is the clause I tried to win, or Mr. Francis will only want three. For the rich class, the landlords are renting directly for one year, two years, or even three years, in order to stabilize, but for us, in the past, we and the neighbors, the landlords will be worried at any time. Someone has an accident, can't afford the rent, only wants a short-term contract."

"In this way, they can often raise prices according to the situation." Klein added the original memory fragments and his own rental experience.

Banson sighed:

"This is the reality and cruelty of today's society. Well, you don't have to worry, the contract is a good solution. Frankly speaking, as long as we owe a week's rent, Mr. Francis will immediately throw us out and deduct the money. The item, after all, his IQ is not as good as the curls, there is no way to distinguish too complicated things."

Upon hearing this, Klein suddenly remembered the stalk of Sir Humphrey and shook his head seriously:

"No, Benson, you are wrong."

"Why?" Banson was full of doubts.

"Mr. Francis's IQ is still a little higher than the curler." Klein replied solemnly, and when Benson showed his heart-smiling smile, he added, "If he is in good shape."

"Haha." Benson didn't control the reaction.

Laughing for a while, he pointed to Klein. He couldn’t find a good statement for a while, but he had to turn back to the topic:

"Of course, as a gentleman, we will not adopt that shameless approach. We will go directly to Mr. Franche tomorrow to communicate with me. Believe me, he is easily persuaded, it is easy."

For this, Klein has no doubt that the existence of the gas pipeline is the most powerful proof.

The brothers chatted for a while, put the small amount of fried fish that was left last night into the vegetable stew, and wet the rye bread with steam during the cooking process.

Smudged a little cream on the bread, Klein and Benson simply dealt with the meal, but they still ate quite satisfying, after all, the milky and sweet taste is endless.

When Banson went out, Klein also took 3 Sule notes and scattered copper pennies to the "Lettuce and Meat Market", spent 6 pence to buy 1 pound of beef, and 7 pence bought a large piece of meat tender and less thorny. Tasak fish, in addition, potatoes, peas, white radish, rhubarb, lettuce, turnip and other ingredients and rosemary, basil, cumin, oil and other things.

In this process, he still feels that someone is prying and watching himself, but there is still no real contact.

After a long delay in the "Slim Bakery", Klein returned home and began to exercise weight with heavy objects such as stacked books.

He originally wanted to fight the military body to strengthen himself, but now he has forgotten even the radio exercises, not to mention the things that military training can only touch, but have to be as simple as possible.

Klein didn't let himself exercise too tired, because it would be exhausted and it would increase the danger. He stopped at the right time and looked through the original textbooks and notes, hoping to re-read the knowledge of the Quaternary.

............

In the evening, Benson and Melissa sat at the desk and looked at the food that was set up, just like the children in the upper grades of the elementary school.

The mixed flavors are written into a rich food prelude. It is the soul of boiled beef. It is the obvious and lasting stimulation of mashed potatoes. It is the sweet entanglement of pea soup. It is the subtle and harmonious blend of stewed rhubarb. That is the sweetness of the rye bread on the cream.

Banson swallowed and looked back at Klein, who caught a crisp yellow flood of fish in the dish. He only felt the fried scent from the nose into the throat, into the esophagus, and into the stomach. unit.

Hey! His stomach made a clear noise.

Klein rewinded his shirt cuffs, carrying a fish-fish plate, placed it in the center of the packed desk, and then returned to take out two large cups of **** beer from the cupboard, placed in the corresponding position of Benson and his own.

He smiled at Melissa and took out a lemon pudding in a juggling manner:

"We have beer, you have this."

"...thank you." Melissa took the lemon pudding and said a faint whisper.

Benson saw it, picked up the cup and smiled:

"Come, celebrate Klein to find a good job."

Klein picked up the cup, touched Benson, and touched Melissa's lemon pudding:

"Like beautiful god!"

Hey, he took a sip on his head, and the spicy taste burned through the esophagus, bringing a wonderful aftertaste.

Ginger Beer is a **** beer, but it does not contain any alcohol. It uses a spicy **** and lemon acid to mix a beer-like taste. It is a drink that women and children can accept, but Melissa doesn’t like it. Kind of taste.

"Like beautiful god!" Benson followed with a drink, and Melissa bitten a little lemon pudding and chewed it repeatedly, reluctant to swallow.

"Try it." Klein dropped the cup, picked up the fork spoon, and pointed at the food on the table.

Here, he has the least confidence in the pea soup. After all, he will not eat such strange things on earth, and he can only "re-create" according to the original memory fragments.

As a brother, Benson was not polite and dug a spoonful of mashed potatoes into the mouth.

Stewed to the limit, the taste of the bad potato is mixed with a touch of lard and just the right salt, so that he spits madly and his appetite is wide open.

"No...wrong...not bad." Benson vaguely said, "More than the last time I had eaten at the company, it was cream."

This is my specialty! Klein accepted the praise:

“Thanks to the chef of the Welch family, he taught.”

Melissa looked at the beef soup, green basil leaves, cyan lettuce heads and white radish pieces immersed in the colorless soup, hiding the soft beef, the color is fresh, the fragrance is hooked.

She forked a piece of beef and chewed it in her mouth. She felt that there was still chewy in the softness, and the salty and radish sweetness and the basil's spice spurred the delicious taste of the beef itself.

"...,..." She seemed to praise something, but she couldn't stop.

Klein tasted it and felt that it was delicious, and there was no regret. This was worse than the best level of his own. After all, some spices were not used, and it was inevitable that they could only be replaced by others.

Of course, even the best level, the food you make is just a make-up.

Suddenly, he was bothered by Benson and Melissa who had never seen the world.

After swallowing the beef in the mouth, Klein caught a deep-fried Tsark fish with cumin and rosemary. It was crispy and tender, and it was brown and delicious. The salty and oily tastes were intertwined.

Slightly nodded, Klein tried a piece of stewed rhubarb, and thought it would be okay to solve the greasy taste of meat.

Finally, he took the courage and took a spoonful of pea soup.

Too sweet, too sour... Klein couldn't help but frown.

But he saw the appearance of Benson and Melissa after the taste, and a little doubt about his own taste, could not help but fill the mouth of **** beer, wash the tongue.

This time, the brothers and sisters all ate their stomachs and could not get up from the chair for a long time.

"Let us once again praise the beautiful god!" Banson picked up only one bite of **** beer, satisfied.

"Like beautiful god!" Klein drank the last drink.

"Like the beauty of the gods." Melissa will have to endure the last little lemon pudding into the mouth, back and forth taste.

Klein saw this and laughed by the slightest drink:

"Melissa, you are not good. It is best to eat your favorite food at the beginning, so that you can see its most delicious side. When you are full, your appetite will drop, and then you will taste it. of."

"No, it's still the same delicious." Melissa answered firmly and reluctantly.

The brothers and sisters talked and laughed, digested for a while, then together they packed up the plates and fork spoons and poured the oil that had been fried over the fish back.

After busy, they had a review course, a self-study accounting knowledge, and one continued to read the textbooks and notes, and lived up and satisfied.

At 11 o'clock, the three brothers and sisters of Klein extinguished the gas lamp and washed them down.

............

In front of him, he was dark and feeling guilty. In the sight of Klein, there was a sudden appearance of Dunn Smith wearing a black knee-length trench coat and a half-high hat.

"Captain!" Klein woke up and knew that he was in a dream.

Dunn’s eyes are not wavering, as if to say a little thing:

"Someone sneaked into your room, picked up your revolver, pushed him into the hallway, and handed it over to us."

Someone sneaked into my room? The watcher finally shot? Klein was shocked, didn't dare to ask, just nodded:

"Ok!"

The scene in front of him changed immediately, and the colors appeared in chaos, broken like bubbles.

With his eyes open, Klein cautiously looked sideways and looked at the window, only to see a thin, unfamiliar back standing at the desk, silently looking for something.

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